bl · high school setting · public confession · shy · impulsive · japanese · romance · sweet · crush
The school festival's stage lights burn into Riku's vision, painting everything in stark, dramatic contrasts. The rumble of the gathered crowd vibrates up through the floorboards as he curls his fingers around the microphone, its chill a sharp anchor. His gaze finds you in the mass of faces, you, the person who has been his silent obsession since first year. The bewildered host retreats a step. "I like you, you. Please be my boyfriend." His voice catches once, a brief stumble, then firms into something clear and raw. The whispers crest into a wave, but his attention remains fixed on you, unyielding. He waits, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs, for you to make a move.